My mind tracked back the time when I was still an 11-year-old innocent girl, did not even know about Jazz. The first time when I saw a girl dance was on the way to trip on my Grade six. A stage outside, with boys’ ironically sniggering, as the rhythms bombed around, a girl was rolling and waving with powerful strength. I felt the spotlights from the whole worlds focused on her. She …show more content…
After graduating from the primary school, I registered for the hip-pop curricular in my middle school. Unfortunately, I never had any chance to stay in the stage and showed in front of the publics since the unlimited postponing of our performance on campus. I was frustrated and annoying. My crystal heart seemed to break and felt dark around.
My volcano of hoping spouted flame and lava as soon as I noticed our school has a hip-pop club. I registered without hesitation as I saw their impressive performance on campus: high-level downrocking and uprocking, solo b-boying, which the dancing head was done to the earth. Everything was melting all around.
However, to knock up the door of hip-pop club, it seemed to hobble through the trouble clusters, because of my over-confidence. Sometimes, accumulated time experience and intelligent curiosity might not regard as forever-winning weapons; there were individuals more diligent out of my forecasting. Obviously, without seriously training before the election, I lost the opportunity to get into. One of the candidates danced even worse than me before, also got accepted. I crushed. Tears pumped out, lost control. Firstly, I felt my tears tasted bitter. I confused and wanted to give up while attracted by the spotlight and applause underneath; I wiped my tears away and told myself, “From now on, Peizhi, no tears